[IC] the "Legacy" cast green room.

[ladyonyx04]

CrimsonWarrior55 said
Mal: Oh... okay. I see now. He is adorable. May I pet him?

Lo: If he doesn't bite you thus killing you, you may. He's particular about who touches him. But I can make him behave. Pluto. Behave.
Pluto: woof. -lays down making most of the available space his-

[ladyonyx04]

Natsu: everything just went bat shit crazy up in here. -snuggles against Sammy-

[Sableyezer]

Sammy: (nods in agreement then feels a tug on his leg) hm?
Goku: (rubbing his eye) uki...
Sammy: oh he Goku, whats up?
Goku: ukiii. (make a grabbing motion up at him)
Sammy: oh, i got ya. (lets go of Natsu for a second to pick up and craddle Goku in one arm, where Goku then yawns and falls asleep) aww, he's all tuckered out.

Tobias: (has been checking on Crimson) ... well, at least he's not dead. now then, how to wake him up...

[phillmyster]

Griff: Did natsu and Sammy have a monkey child? I'm lost here

[CrimsonWarrior55]

The Irish Tree said
IT: Sure thing Nem! What do you say we go develop a biological weapon and unleash it upon the general populace, wherein seeds generate inside of their bloodstream, then they'd absorb all the nutrients and fluids in their bodies, slowly converting them into mindless drones that can be bent to our will before they become carriers that generate more of the seeds! Or SimCity. I'm in kind of a Sim mood.

Nemesis: Ooooo!! That first one sounds fun. Hang on a minute! *Ruffles through her shadow, looking for something* Yah ta taaaaaah.... Dum di dum.... Trolololol.... Here it is! *Holds up a chip the same size and shape as a Megaman Battle Network Battle Chip... you know the ones (, and a device that kinda looked like an Operation Overdrive Tracker (This thing: ) only instead of buttons, it had slots* Okay... according to the dude I bought this from, I just insert the chip into the slot *Does this*, point it at an empty space *Does this, too*, and click the button *Aaaaand does this. Suddenly what looks like Matrix codes start flying out of it and constructing themselves into a shape. It's a building. A very large building. A massive high-tech laboratory. One that rivals Dexter's* Aaaaah... So THAT'S the Data Resolution technique. Anyways, come on! It's outfitted with everything we could ever need.

CW: Mmmmmm... nm nm nm nm nm.... Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz *drool*

[The Irish Tree]

IT: Sure thing Nem! C'mon Pickles, we got a population to destroy! *picks up Pickles like a puppy*
Pickles: THIS DEVELOPMENT IS UNCOMFORTABLE!
Leonard: ...Guess I'll start working on an antidote...

[ladyonyx04]

Natsu: I refuse to answer that silly question. I am becoming quite irate with him. Can I kill someone?
Lo: Here go all Scorpion on these random targets. -mortal combat playing as she kicks the ass of the targets with ice and weaponry that she had been trained in with the marines-
Pluto: -whine-
Lo: ~pets the adorable demon dog~
Pluto: -poofs into a human snuggling against Lo licking her face with a grin-

[ladyonyx04]

I curse all double posts to do the chicken dance

[CrimsonWarrior55]

Nemesis: *Tinkering and not caring*

Time: T-T they still hurt T-T

Space: Hmmm... the demon dog is no longer fluffy. My interest has waned.

???: Is it yet my turn to invade this RP?
Space: No. Not until one of us leaves. Three is plenty.
???: Very well. I shall wait until the time comes.

CW: Zzzzzzzzz... boobies... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... fly little birdies, fly... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

[ladyonyx04]

Lo: Space is a fickle thing eh? -scratches ear, pluto goes back to being a big furry beastie-
Pluto: Woof!
Lo: Hey. Language.
Pluto: -cocks head and whines-
Lo: I can understand you. You're in my head now. -creepy smile- welcome to it. Just don't go near the homicidal nut cases. I have a ton in here.
???: BOW DOWN TO ME PESKY SPACE, BOW TO YOUR MASTER.~!
Lo: -whacks the Time Lord back in my head- go back and listen to your drums ya bastard. And don't try to escape again.

[ladyonyx04]

Lo: Space is a fickle thing eh? -scratches ear, pluto goes back to being a big furry beastie-
Pluto: Woof!
Lo: Hey. Language.
Pluto: -cocks head and whines-
Lo: I can understand you. You're in my head now. -creepy smile- welcome to it. Just don't go near the homicidal nut cases. I have a ton in here.
???: BOW DOWN TO ME PESKY SPACE, BOW TO YOUR MASTER.~!
Lo: -whacks the Time Lord back in my head- go back and listen to your drums ya bastard. And don't try to escape again.

[ladyonyx04]

Can I just say I hate my phone/computer?

[ladyonyx04]

-chicken dance-

[ladyonyx04]

Le ignore zis

[ladyonyx04]

Lo: space likes furries~! -grins like a child-
???: Not wise to make fun of an entity like that
Lo: you pissed off the guardians of all the universes. I don't wanna hear shit from you

[ladyonyx04]

-chicken dance-

[CrimsonWarrior55]

Universal Time-Out.

Lady? What the hell just happened? You just posted like the same thing 5 times in a row.

[ladyonyx04]

Its the internet I swear -.- I am so done with my electric appliances.

[CrimsonWarrior55]

Aaaaaaah.. Okay then. Universal Time-in!

Space: Shut up, The Master. As for being a furry, I am not. Furries are people who are sexually attracted to anthropomorphic beings (animals with human-like characteristics). Like Sonic the Hedgehog. I like humans with animal characteristics. Like Aisha Clan-Clan.

Here is a chart for your convience:

I apologize for usage of the N-word. I am a respectable half-black man and would only use that word as a joke.

Time: *Stands up* As for being fickle? Well, our personalities haven't reeeeeeally been fleshed out yet, so we're currently based off our host personalities. Mine is Magnos, a 9,000 year old perverted old man with impressive control over magnetism and gravity. But he's mostly a perverted trickster. Space's host is named Rune, the hollow shell of a once great space admiral, who has the ability to carve the language of the angels and manipulate any form of matter in correlation to the rune scribed.

Space: *Glares at Time* Stop giving away so many secrets. This is a One Piece RP free room, not a spot for us outsiders to freely invade.

Time: Then why are we still here?

Space: *Points at CW* He won't wake up.

CW: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.... pie... zzzzzzzzzz

[The Irish Tree]

IT: *pours seed pods into beakers, doing various sciency shit*
Leonard: *mixing together loadsashit to try and stop the botanical takeover virus*
Toridus: Scratching Verdier's belly* Whosa goodgirl? Whoosa goodgirl? Is you. Yes.
Sokolov: *Walks over to Crimson* Mister pervert person, your children are doing things that Sokolov not fond of. Please wake up.
???: *finally pulls herself out of the ocean of nonexistance, panting and holding a smashed up anchor*
Pickles: *picks up ??? in his mouth* A NEW SOUL HAS BEEN SNARED BY THE JAWS OF PICKLES! *stomps away*